This voice was clearly laced with mockery. Jian Ran looked up and saw a tall figure standing at the doorway of the meeting room, with a great figure, clothed in a tight-fitting gray dress.
The fabric clung nicely, with a drape that suggested confidence in one's body, otherwise one wouldn't dare to wear such a dress. The woman's makeup was delicate and heavy, completed with a pair of exaggerated earrings, making her the epitome of a modern femme fatale.
Jian Ran scowled as she looked at her, probably seeing her for the first time, but she could already feel the thick hostility emanating from her.
If they must come, then so be it!
Tang Yuanyuan whispered to her side, "That's Designer Qiao Li."
Her tone held some fear, suggesting she wasn't easy to get along with.
However, Jian Ran didn't take it to heart. She was here to work; everyone was responsible for their own business, so there shouldn't be any conflict, right?
